Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…
Two Nights After Marcus LeftTyrone’s private residence — after midnight The city was asleep. From Tyrone’s penthouse, the skyline stretched like a jeweled belt of heat and shadows. The glass doors were cracked open, letting the summer breeze drift in.…
It began with a garden walk. Maddie didn’t announce herself. She simply appeared beside Graham the next morning as he pruned the hydrangeas, his sleeves rolled up, sun dappling his forearms. There was a quiet strength to him—clean, earthy, grounded in a…
The summer sun was high over Timber Hollow, pouring golden light over dusty pickup trucks, porch swings, and the faint scent of cedarwood from the sawmill drifting down Main Street. Jack Johnson, all six-foot-five of him, stood outside the hardware…
The morning sun was golden and ruthless, spilling through the high windows of the master bath as steam curled around Maddie’s bare shoulders. She stood beneath the rainfall showerhead, eyes closed, letting the hot water kiss her skin, rinse away…
Her name was Miranda Blake. Forty-one. A stunning woman with a smoky voice, soft laugh, and curves that made heads turn even when she wasn’t trying. She was the kind of woman who walked with the confidence of someone who knew…
Two Nights After Marcus LeftTyrone’s private residence — after midnight The city was asleep. From Tyrone’s penthouse, the skyline stretched like a jeweled belt of heat and shadows. The glass doors were cracked open, letting the summer breeze drift in.…
It began with a garden walk. Maddie didn’t announce herself. She simply appeared beside Graham the next morning as he pruned the hydrangeas, his sleeves rolled up, sun dappling his forearms. There was a quiet strength to him—clean, earthy, grounded in a…
The summer sun was high over Timber Hollow, pouring golden light over dusty pickup trucks, porch swings, and the faint scent of cedarwood from the sawmill drifting down Main Street. Jack Johnson, all six-foot-five of him, stood outside the hardware…
The morning sun was golden and ruthless, spilling through the high windows of the master bath as steam curled around Maddie’s bare shoulders. She stood beneath the rainfall showerhead, eyes closed, letting the hot water kiss her skin, rinse away…